Eurobar Cafe Hotel, Oxford

Cafe Eurobar Hotel sits next to the bus station and looks like it would be a massive dump inside.  The prime, but not only, bit of ugly external decor that would lead you to believe this is the Stella sign that has broken free of one of the power supply cables and now hangs precariously above the George Street entrance.

Inside, though, it has all the feel of some of the nicer coffeshops in Amsterdam: beautiful oak flooring and bar, comfortable couches spread around the lower lounge, a bunch of arab guys sitting around looking wasted, and a truly stoned blond proprietress.  If they were selling grams of sneeuwe witje, it would be perfect.

Alas, it was just the sort of standard bad service you might expect from stoners.  Still, the Stella I eventually got was cold and the wait only made me miss one bus…leaving enough time to pop across the street to the Four Candles.